Back to Brissie tomorrow (oops, this) morning. Mum and baby got home today at 9.30 and so far so good. I feel a little fractured and worn thin popping back and forth life to life. Movement vs a warm spot on the couch. Spontaneity vs losing things in the scattered winds. Settling down vs tasting little bits of all the possible lives out there for you. Hmmm. Am I angsting over my decision because I haven't heard back and got confirmation yet?? Maybe.